My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 117: Eight Fire Types Of The Universe

Buzz!

In an instant, Damian’s figure appeared above the building where Duke Haborym stood, and he casually pressed down an open palm.

"Little demon... Die for me!"

[-100 DF]

[Demonic force: 1200/1400]

Condensing a small yet significant portion of his demonic force, Damian unleashed a massive palm that bore a striking resemblance to his own, formed entirely from raw demonic energy.

Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he struggled to maintain the shape and structure of the spectral arm. This was his first time attempting to create something of such magnitude using his demonic force. Manipulating such a vast amount demanded absolute focus and unyielding concentration.

Buzz!

The mere pressure from its descent caused the building beneath Duke Haborym to tremble violently, threatening to collapse under the overwhelming weight of the demonic palm. A flicker of shock passed through his eyes as he observed the sheer quantity of demonic force Damian could command and the level of control he had achieved.

This meant he had awakened his first demonic heart.

It was already astonishing that Damian had awakened the [Ninefold Samsara Firefox], yet to gain his demonic heart in such a short time was beyond shocking. Had Lin Qui not died only a few months ago? 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

’Was I too quick to dismiss this prince?’

Faced with Damian’s deadly assault, Duke Haborym found his thoughts lingering more on the youth’s potential than the incoming attack. After Lin Qui’s death, he had written off that entire faction, especially with the Demon Lord gone. In any other circumstance, he would have remained loyal to Damian’s lineage. However, with the throne vacant, the war of succession had begun.

There was no world in which Damian’s siblings would allow him to live. They would hunt him down without hesitation, and whoever claimed the throne would make an example of those who stood against them. That reality made everything worse.

Rather than placing his faith in a mortal with no experience, he had chosen the Prince of Greed as his new benefactor. Yet after crossing blows with this human, even a Duke could not ignore the truth before him.

This human possessed the potential to become a force capable of threatening his brothers.

But what value did potential hold if it was never allowed to grow?

The truth remained that Duke Haborym had not abandoned Damian’s faction because of Damian himself, but because of the inevitable outcome. He knew they could not protect him from his siblings. When the time came, they would all be slaughtered if they dared oppose what was destined to unfold.

He understood why Damian’s wives refused to bring him back to the underworld. Those princes were like predators, drawn to weakness and fear. They rarely united, yet the moment Damian set foot in the underworld, they would converge upon him without hesitation.

To serve him now would mean constantly fleeing across mortal worlds just to survive, and even then, the chances of being hunted down remained high.

"It’s a pity you arrived at the wrong time. You would have made an excellent Demon Lord," Duke Haborym finally spoke, his calm gaze never leaving the massive palm descending upon him.

With a cold snort, his torch floated forward, positioning itself between him and the incoming attack. Instantly, an immense sea of flames erupted, rising rapidly like a towering tidal wave. By the time the palm descended, the inferno had grown to match its size and even surpass it.

HELLFIRE DOMINION!

BOOOM!

Damian felt a violent jolt tear through his chest at the moment of collision. His body shuddered as he clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Yet he refused to sever the connection between himself and the demonic palm.

That very link was the reason he suffered backlash from Duke Haborym’s Hellfire Dominion, but without it, he would not have been able to maintain the structure of the palm against the raging inferno pressing against it.

If it shattered, he would have been reduced to ashes already.

Even so, Damian remained eerily calm.

Because he already knew the answer to fire.

[Ninefold Samsara Firefox!]

A silver gleam flashed within his eyes as searing white flames burst from his body, cascading downward like a torrential wave. Though smaller in scale compared to the Hellfire Dominion, the white flames behaved like a living plague. The moment they collided with the infernal fire, they began devouring it, replacing it entirely with their own searing presence.

’That cursed fire again!’ Duke Haborym’s expression twisted darkly.

Among all beings, the sin of lust was famed for wielding five of the nine primordial flames of existence.

Infernal Ember, Veil of Mirage, Siren’s Bloom, Soul Lantern, Ninefold Samsara Firefox, Hellfire, Holy Fire, and Abyssal Flames.

Of them all, Samsara Firefox and Abyssal Flames stood at the pinnacle. One enforced its will upon everything it touched, assimilating and converting all into itself, while the other devoured everything into oblivion.

Both were absolute.

Both were unstoppable.

No flame could resist them.

That was why even Duke Haborym’s overwhelming Hellfire Dominion failed to offer any resistance. As its pressure collapsed, Damian’s demonic palm ceased its retreat and surged forward once more, now infused with the devouring essence of the [Ninefold Samsara Firefox].

"FALL!" Damian roared as he drove the attack downward.

Once again, Duke Haborym found himself in a dangerous position, not because he lacked strength, but because he lacked the inheritance.

Meanwhile, watching from the sidelines, Corbin observed the white flames with keen interest.

"How can a disgusting fox wield such pure fire..." he muttered in quiet astonishment.

No matter how many times he witnessed it, Damian’s white flames fascinated him. They carried a purity that felt eerily similar to his own divine flames.

"Because the first prince of lust, Asmodesus was of Zenko descent but he had Kitsunes as wives and whores." Gilbert’s detached voice rang in his head.

Zenkos were good fox spirits tied to harmony and peace. So how did someone with such a pure bloodline one of the seven princes of hell?